During dinner, Lily openly called Adam her “real daddy,” leaving no more room for doubt. My wife and Adam admitted they had planned to tell me eventually, but I couldn’t ignore the betrayal. I asked them to leave my home. The next day, I filed for divorce. My trust was broken, but my love for Lily remained intact. We later began a paternity test process, but for me, biology didn’t matter—fatherhood is defined by love, not DNA.

That night, Lily climbed into bed beside me and asked if I was still her real dad. I held her close and assured her I always had been—and always would be. Despite the pain, I know one thing with certainty: my daughter is my world, and nothing will change that.